| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The People That Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs: shift alternating half-hourly. Two men with electric drills
driven from the dynamos aboard the Toreador drilled two
holes four feet apart in the face of the cliff and in the same
horizontal planes. The holes slanted slightly downward. Into these
holes the iron rods brought as a part of our equipment and for
just this purpose were inserted, extending about a foot beyond
the face of the rock, across these two rods a plank was laid,
and then the next shift, mounting to the new level, bored two
more holes five feet above the new platform, and so on.
During the nights the searchlights from the Toreador were
kept playing upon the cliff at the point where the drills were
The People That Time Forgot |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Book of Remarkable Criminals by H. B. Irving: Mrs. Dyson in the course of his cross-examination had been hired
for a paltry sum to come into court and lie.
Twice, both at the beginning and the end of his speech, Mr.
Lockwood urged as a reason for the jury being tender in taking
Peace's life that he was in such a state of wickedness as to be
quite unprepared to meet death. Both times that his counsel put
forward this curious plea, Peace raised his eyes to heaven and
exclaimed "I am not fit to die."
Mr. Justice Lopes in summing up described as an "absolute
surmise" the theory of the accidental discharge of the pistol.
He asked the jury to take Peace's revolver in their hands and try
A Book of Remarkable Criminals |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: Young Powell, a little shy notwithstanding the friendly disposition
of the other, answered him smilingly, aware somehow that there was
something marked in this inquisitiveness, natural, after all--
something anxious. His name was Powell, and he was put in the way
of this berth by Mr. Powell, the shipping master. He blushed.
"Ah, I see. Well, you have been smart in getting ready. The ship-
keeper, before he went away, told me you joined at one o'clock. I
didn't sleep on board last night. Not I. There was a time when I
never cared to leave this ship for more than a couple of hours in
the evening, even while in London, but now, since--"
He checked himself with a roll of his prominent eyes towards that
Chance |
